My favourite kind of bad boy romance

April 30, 2017 · My Books

tl;dr: if you love a fun and flirty bad boy romance, then this one is for you!

It’s only April and already I’m getting ready to finish another series. Behind the Bar started back in January 2015 with The Rules According to Gracie and the third and final book will be released in two weeks. Thanks to everyone who has emailed and messaged to find out when Noah would get his HEA. Honestly, this gives me such a buzz. I LOVE hearing when readers connect with a character and are looking forward to their story. It makes me even more eager to get writing.

This story was a blast to write since I’m a total sucker for both a bad boy romance and a work-place romance. Noah is my favourite kind of bad boy romance hero – the kind who is really a softie underneath his sexy, tough exterior. All we need is the right kind of heroine to come along and dig below the surface.

Introducing…Noah:

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Self-confessed perfectionist Paige Thomas isn’t used to failing. But when a critical error in romantic judgment sends all her big city career dreams crashing down, she scrambles to find a job—any job—to make ends meet.

Noah Reid may as well have “trust issues” tattooed on his forehead. Being raised in the foster system didn’t give him a positive outlook on relationships, but now he’s looking after his best friend’s bar for one month, and he can’t do it alone.

Things get steamy when Noah hires Paige, but she’s determined not to repeat her mistakes and she bets Noah that she can keep her hands to herself while they’re working together. Too bad for her, Noah is an expert at breaking the rules…

Here’s an excerpt from the betting the bad boy romance novel for your enjoyment…

Paige and Noah are taking part in a Mixology class run by Libby and Paul (whom you might remember from Pretend It’s Love!) and things are about to get steamy…

She held the blindfold while trying to ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach. Her fingers toyed with the elasticated band meant to hold the mask in place.

“Both partners are going to get a turn at being blindfolded,” Libby said from the front of the room. “Between yourselves, pick who’s going to go first.”

Noah looked down at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He ran a hand along his jaw, catching the reddish-gold bristles of his burgeoning beard. For a moment, Paige was totally captured with the idea of how the bristles might feel on her skin. Would they be smooth or rough? Would she shriek if he brushed them along her inner thigh?

“What do you say, new girl?” He cocked his head. “Would you rather do the blindfolding or be blindfolded?”

At that point she would have been happy to go all in— blindfolded, tied up, and held down.

Holy crap, would you listen to yourself? This is a work function, not a goddamn re-creation of Fifty Shades.

“Blindfolded,” she squeaked, thrusting the mask into his hands and spinning so quickly that she almost lost her footing.

“You know, I’ve never done this before.” His hand steadied her, the reassuring warmth of his touch seeping into her skin. Her bones felt like jelly.

“Blindfolded someone?” she asked, cringing at how shaky her voice sounded.

“Ah, no. I meant the taste test.” He chuckled as he slipped the mask over her eyes.

Heat rushed up to Paige’s cheeks. Of course he meant the taste test. What an idiot she was. Just because her brain was earning an R-rating tonight didn’t mean his was, too. She fought back a tremor as he brushed some loose hairs from her neck so he could adjust the strap on the mask.

Everything went dark, and Paige gripped the edge of the table for support.

Warm breath whispered over her ear, and she could tell he’d leaned in a little closer. The scent of coffee and faded cologne tempted her to turn her head toward the source.

“I’ve definitely blindfolded someone before, but it wasn’t for a taste test.”

Her breath hitched, and she was grateful that she’d had the presence of mind to hold on to something. “Oh.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what she said.”

Holy. Freaking. Shit.

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